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Time Out To Cry

Poetry By: Shannen Wrass
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The best writing comes out when you find yourself broken. Your heart is ripped open and all the feelings spill out into a beautiful mess on paper. ~Shannen Wrass


Submitted:Sep 15, 2013    Reads: 23    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   


Time Out To Cry ©

All alone at the end of the day

The time, just a little past ten

Evening has come for a short stay

It's time for her sorrow again

The smile on her face she's holding

Suddenly, she lets fall

And the feelings begin unfolding

She comes out of her personal wall

As the world settles down for the night

She awakens herself from a dream

The girl they thought had life going right

No longer the image she seemed

She takes off the disguise she's wearing

Opens her heart to the truth

Now behind closed doors she's not caring

About life, or love in her youth

She sits by the mirror spilling tears

And she cries by herself in the dark

Hours of acting like there's no fears

Takes a lot from an empty heart

Inside she's lonely and sad

But acts like she's fine by day

In her misery, wishing she had

A friend, or a promise to stay

Ashamed of the truth she's keeping

Living hours in daylight a lie

This is the reason in darkness she's weeping

Taking time out from each day to cry

Written by Shannen Wrass

Copyright © 1995 Shannen Wrass. All Rights Reserved





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